Proud to be Melancholic
I am a cry-baby. I cry for the simplest, nonsensical, and most
trivial reasons. When I watch a dramatic and heart-breaking movie, the tear
jerker in me suddenly whoops in. When I read a sad novel, my tears well-up as
if it’s a stream. I am an emotional creature. And that makes me exactly me,
uniquely made that is.
I think deeply. I am overly
reflective. I dwell on the issues I hear around and see on the TV. I feel
extremely aghast and overly concerned when people’s rights are trampled upon. I
can easily sympathize and deal with other people’s sufferings and feelings. I
am an understanding creature. And sometimes, that’s what makes others use me,
to their advantage, sadly.
Nonetheless, I am aware that my
being a melancholic is not really bad after all. I may be deep and reflective,
but my ability to listen and be sensitive enables me to be a good listener and
to be a person who can easily relate to
anybody. It’s not that you are an
approval addict, it’s just that you know how to care and to simply sympathize,
no matter who the person you are with. And I believe, not everyone can do that
with ease. I guess, starting today, that is something that I should take pride
of.
Because I reflect and I am a
self-confessed deep creature, I am having innumerable realizations and
reflections about life from time to time. And because I am better off at
expressing thoughts through writing than in communicating them, the pen is my
sword and my constant companion. In fact, I can survive even with a book,
paper/ notebook, and pen when I am left with nothing to do. Writing is my way
of living and breathing, and if that be taken away from me, I wonder how I
could ever exist.
Countless times have proven that
I write better and more deeply when I am facing my usual bouts of loneliness.
But admittedly, I have to topple that feeling as I cannot wallow on sadness for
a lifetime. The good things is, being melancholic enables me to be productive,
that my seeming stillness and calmness allows me to express my feelings deep
within. I guess if I am by nature a
loud-mouthed mammal, I will not be as good as expressing my feelings through
writing. So I would stop dreading my silence, but rather embrace it, and look
at it as a personality worthy to be celebrated.
What
I need to work on right now is on how to turn my weakness into strengths. But
the fact that I am aware that my being melancholic can lead to
oversentimentality and to be overly abused by others is already a good sign
that I am aware of the good and bad in me. It is just a matter of time and
willingness and for sure, with God’s help, I will be transformed, and
eventually there will be a better and improved me. But no matter what happens, I love who I am.
And I am not ashamed that I am born this way. I just have to accept that I am
created this way with a purpose. And that purpose I still have to discover each
day.
Now
if I feel sad and affected by what I see, hear, and read next time, I will not
be ashamed to show how I feel, because that’s me, and nothing can ever change
that. I will constantly be a friend who is willing to lend a hand, but is
always aware of her limitations. I will inspire others through writing, so that
others may also be blessed. I will write how I feel and how I conquer my demons
and negative feelings, so that others may learn from my experience. I will
listen and be sensitive to others and to God’s message, that I may be able to
give meaningful pieces of advice as well.
From
then on, I will live life purposefully because I know who I am and I know what
I want to do and to be. I am no longer afraid and I am no longer ashamed. I am
proud to be melancholic, because this is how God made me. And I know, I am
fearfully an wonderfully made by my creator, and He can never be wrong.